Days - Television

Up in the high, high hills

With my floating friend

Watching all the silver

No one will ever spend

I feel the touch of her hand

And all it will erase

These footprints I followed

Though they followed my every pace

Days

Days

Days

Be more than all we have

No matter how much I cross

I always see the same stream

I’m standing up on these bridges

That are standing in a dream

Days

Days

Days

Be more than all we have

Days

Days

Days

Days